Shattered Crown 소설 & 이야기

“You are the Crown-Bound.” Her breath hitched. “I don’t want to rule through terror.” “Good,” the voice replied. “Terror is brittle.” The chamber darkened. The kneeling figures rose—and became memories. She saw it then. The first Crown-Bound, standing where she stood now, eyes blazing with unchecked dominance. She saw the wars that followed. The land bent too far. Broke. Bled. Then another. Softer. Kinder. Too kind. Betrayed by those she trusted.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

My heart races, and I dart my eyes back to Shane and his comforting look. As the darkness tries to edge in around me, my breath becomes shallow and weak again, while a doctor announces, “No more talk about the crown or who is the going to be crowned. It is causing the Princess issues. I’m sorry your Majesty, but the safety of the Princess is more important than talking about royal business.”

Sienna’s throat locked. “What’s that—” The wall behind them cracked, a loud snap splitting concrete, widening fast. Water roared in, black and freezing, smashing her legs out from under her. She went down, Roman’s hand grabbing her arm, but the flood climbed quick, and something crashed overhead—wood splintering, stone falling, the house breaking apart.

“Please.” I looked at him, the man who taught me how to feel again. Who held me through ruin and let me rise in fire. “I love you,” I whispered. “That’s why I have to end it.” The light surged again— And then the crown shattered in my hands. The shards fell like dying stars. Each piece of the crown hit the ground with a sound that didn’t belong to metal—but to memory. Echoes of women who had come before me, their pain, their power, their sacrifice—all fractured and scattered around my feet.

Alien. The ebony crown glowed violently, feeding off the triumphant roar till it shattered, shards raining down. Emily staggered, shielded by Alexander and Caelen. The shattered piece radiated shadow runes in the stone. --- Candles in altars guttered. The courtyard’s celebratory tone collapsed as fear rippled outward. The warlord’s men lowered weapons, horror wide. The Fireborn shrank back as the blood moon light dimmed abruptly. A distant howl rose. From the fractured ground, tendrils of black energy writhed absorbing the broken crown shards, feeding on ancient grudges. Emily realized: they’d been baited. The warlord did not wish to be vanquished but to trap her heart.

Shattered vases lay in pieces on the floor, the mirrors were cracked, and jewels were scattered across the room, glinting in the light streaming through the windows. Regina ran her hands through her hair in frustration, her perfect coiffure now a messy tangle. She caught sight of her disheveled reflection in a cracked mirror, her usually impeccable appearance marred by smudged makeup and her once-elegant gown now wrinkled and crumpled.

“Why would I be ashamed? Leo was the one who came to me, not the other way around. I’m not the one who forced him to cheat on you, please spare me and do not involve me in your matter” “It's fine, I am going to leave the both of you to do whatever you think is right, it's my fault for believing in love thank you” I ripped the engagement ring from my finger, casting the once-cherished symbol of love to the floor with a contemptuous flick of my wrist. I was expecting Leo to stop me from breaking it, but it was the other way round. He watched me break it. I couldn't keep the tears from flowing, tears flowing down to my cheeks.

Alas, no one could hear my voice. Kevin turned around to look behind him in confusion. "I keep having a feeling that someone's behind me." Then, he stared at my body for a while. Suddenly, he picked up a necklace from my neck. His actions caught me off guard. I didn't expect the necklace to remain intact after the explosion. This was a gift given to me by Kevin on my birthday. He should be able to recognize it, right? William approached Kevin and asked, "Is there something wrong with the necklace, Kevin?"